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Poem by James Van Looy

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On the Road or Under It

Bye, bye Old lonesome Jackif anybody gave a fuck anywayit was you,you were the oneon the road or under it,you may never know Maggie Cassidybut you certainly knew timepassing by all the niggertownsat twice the speed of spiteblowing your whistle around the bendfrom yourself the bum,the America that drinks and stays homealways looking for homesomewhere at twice the speed of flightold traveling Jack,peddling and pawing after that moving trainalways too latebut observing all the detailand obsession of browns and graysthe bacteria and bacchaeof all the waiting roomswaiting for a description to coalesceinto a prescription, Jack